My writing has been a mess of ideas lately, but without too much actual writing. I'm some ten pages into a second draft of one of my books, but I had to stop when I got an idea for something that would happen in another. It's maddening, but it's me. And I'm special just the way I am! Whoa, that sounds creepy.
By the way, I read the third Maximum Ride book: Maximum Ride: Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports, and it's great fun, action, adventure, suspense, humor... even a little romance, but not too much. Definately James Patterson's magnum opus, and I'm glad there'll be a fourth.